Page 49 of Monk
She opens her mouth and swallows down as much of me as she can, and then starts to stroke and suck me, her hand and mouth working in unison. I tangle my fingers in her hair, gripping her head tightly as she moves her hand and mouth up and down on my shaft.
“I forgot how amazing you feel,” I moan softly.
Her wide green eyes are fixed on mine as she sucks me off, the intensity burning in her gaze heightening the fist of pleasure that’s gripping and squeezing me tightly. I feel the pressure building up as Kasey works me like she’s got something to prove and I know if she keeps going, this evening is going to come to an earlier end than I like it to be.
I take a step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth, making her look up at me with a salacious look on her face.
“I forgot how good you are at that,” I say to her.
“So did I,” she replies as she gets to her feet.
I’m on her in the blink of an eye pressing her hard against the wall, our mouths crashing together once more. Our tongues swirl together, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I pick her up. Sliding my hands down, I grip her ass and hold her up as I start to roll my hips, plunging myself into her. Kasey is dripping wet, and although she’s incredibly tight, my cock slides along her inner walls with ease.
“God you feel so fucking good,” I grunt.
An unintelligible cry bursts from her throat as I pound myself into her, hard and deep. The crashing of our bodies against the wall is a loud, continuous thumping that echoes through the house and blends with our moans, filling my ears with an erotic symphony that only fuels the lust that burns within me.
Kasey leans forward and kisses my neck, then bites my shoulder hard as I move within her. She grips my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin and draws in a sharp breath as I drive myself into her as deep as I can go. She lets out a long, stuttering gasp and her entire body seems to seize up.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she manages to croak.
Setting her down, I quickly turn her around and bend her over. Taking her hands, I put them on the wall in front of her, then step up behind her and without preamble, drive my cock into her. Kasey cries out as I pierce her core, sliding myself deep into her. I reach up and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I start thrusting myself into her.
With one hand on her shoulder as I pull her hair, Kasey arches her back and thrusts herself back toward me, taking me even deeper into her. She grips me with her inner muscles, making herself even tighter, makes me lose my rhythm for a moment. But I manage to quickly recover and drive my cock into her tight, wet opening again and again, the tendrils of pleasure wrapping themselves tightly around me.
Gripping both of her shoulders, I pull her back at the same time I drive myself forward again, piercing her and Kasey’s scream of ecstasy is sharp and echoes throughout the house. Her entire body tenses up.
“Oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming so fucking hard,” she gasps.
I hold onto her hips, feeling my cock swell inside of her as Kasey writhes around me. The way her pussy twitches and tightens around me pushes me over the edge and I feel my cock start to pulse. A moment later, I let out a loud groan as I burst inside of her, shooting thick loads of my seed deep into her.
Kasey remains where she is, hands planted against the wall, leaning down. Her breath is ragged, and her body is still trembling. My vision wavers and I feel lightheaded as my cock twitches, emptying the last of my cum inside of her.
Slowly, the dizziness passes, and Kasey stands up, letting my cock slip out of her, a rush of fluid running down the insides of her thighs. She turns around and I pull her into a tight embrace. She leans into me, her body melting against mine. As we stand there, our bodies intertwined, I feel a sense of peace descend over me—something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
I plant a gentle kiss on the crown of her head and then pick her up. I’m not ready to say goodbye to her and in that moment, there’s nothing I want more than to have her curled up beside me. I carry her back to the bedroom, and she doesn’t argue as I lay her down in the bed, then climb in beside her. Kasey lays her head on my chest and traces circles on my stomach with her fingertips.
I know how bad of an idea this is. I’m not the sort of man she deserves and I’m sure my life—and lifestyle—are repellent to her. More than that, I don’t want her getting mixed up in some of the shit we deal with. The business with the FBI guy and the Bastards pops into my mind and I quickly push it away, not wanting to think about it.
Would Kasey think I’m a good, or even decent man if she knew I’d signed a man’s death warrant? Would she want to be with me knowing some of the terrible things I did over in Afghanistan? Or some of the shit I’ve done here? Would she have given herself to me tonight if she knew that, like her husband, I’m not the man she must think I am?
I don’t have the answers to any of those questions. The only thing I do know is that Kasey deserves better. She deserves a man who’s good and does good things. A man who treats her like a queen and would never, ever, cause her heartache and pain—something I’m bound to do, sooner or later.
No, she deserves so much more than I could ever give her. But I just want to enjoy this one night with her. Just this one night.
My arm around her shoulders, I pull her close and revel in the warmth and softness of her body pressed to mine. It’s not long before I feel so relaxed that I find myself slowly drifting off. I fight it, not wanting to let go just yet, but when I hear Kasey’s soft, even breathing, I realize she’s already gone, so I surrender to the darkness and let it pull me under.
Chapter Nineteen
Kasey
The sound of a phone ringing pulls me out of sleep. Sitting up, I feel a jolt of adrenaline when I don’t recognize my surroundings at first. But then, I see Jacob climbing out of the bed and I take a moment to look at him in all of his naked splendor. The sunlight peering through the windows seems to warm his skin, making it glow.
He gives me an apologetic expression as he picks up his phone and connects the call, pressing the phone to his ear.
“Yeah,” he answers.
He listens for a moment before holding up a finger to me, telling me to stay put, and then walks out of the room. The floorboards outside creak beneath him as he retreats down the hall, leaving me alone in the bed.
